Rewind approximately 3 years ago. *ring* goes the phone at 7am on a Saturday morning…my first thought is, “who the hell…”; then “Oh no! what’s wrong??”. Nothing was wrong; one of my best friends Alison was calling to tell me her long-time boyfriend FINALLY proposed and they were officially engaged!
Fast-forward a few weeks when Alison called again to ask me to be a bridesmaid. Not long after that I decided I would leave my hair long so as to have multiple options for the wedding. It wasn’t long after that I decided that I would cut it after the wedding and donate my hair to Locks of Love; an organization that takes human hair and creates wigs for children who suffer from permanent or temporary medical hair loss.
After reading the requirements of the donation process, and realizing I needed at least 10” of hair to donate, I made the commitment to do it. When people commented how long my hair was getting, I told them why I was doing it. It brought awareness to the issue, as well as reminded me on the days when I was fighting to style my hair WHY I was doing this.
Alison and Jamie married last summer, and my hair wasn’t yet long enough, so I kept going.
And so, each time I visited my hairdresser, she asked if I was still on board, and mixed my colour with no bleach. Processed hair is acceptable, but the hair cannot be bleached, so no highlights are allowed. Apparently the hair will break down during the process if it’s bleached.
So I stayed in the dark browns and red colours, and realized it complimented my skin tone and my eyes much more than my traditional strawberry blonde ever did.
I had fun with my long hair, I played with different up do’s, barrettes, clips, headbands.
And then…it was ponytail, after ponytail. My hair started to get caught in my watch. In the seatbelt. Under my purse strap. I was over it. A desperate plea to my visiting sister to measure my hair to determine if the timing was right, confirmed it. I had 10” of hair in a ponytail, and still left me with hair left over.
I made the appointment, filled out my hair donation form and walked into the salon saying “today is the day!”
Here’s the before pictures:
This is the longest I’ve ever had my hair, well, I think in my whole life!
I feel free.
I accomplished a goal I set for myself 3 years ago.
I made a donation to a wonderful cause to help wonderful children in not-so-wonderful situations.
And I couldn’t resist a Posh Spice/Victoria Beckham pose:
Do something good today :)
Ciao for now,